… My already good figure is an hourglass. At my neck, I wear a heavy collar of black gems, that glint and shimmer as I move.

I know that I look spectacular.

And, I do not look remotely virginal….

“Let’s get a few things straight,” I say to my startled Lovers. “This has gone on long enough. I’m fine. But you two are going to drop your differences and go back to being the friends you really are. Between you, you have ensured over the last year or so that I am thoroughly non-virginal, and I don’t wish to be treated like a fragile doll by you now. I do expect to fuck, and be fucked, hard, by both the men in my life.”

They remain silent, still staring, although both are beginning to bulge in their pants.

“So,” I continue, “what are you both going to do about it?”

Michael acts first. Striding over, he stands in front of me. In my heels, I am only just shorter than he is, and I can almost look him in the eye.

He is such a beautiful man, his blond hair, now streaked almost to white by the sun, and his eyes, an intense blue, set against his deep beach tan.

His hand curves around the back of my head. Twisting his fingers into my hair, he pulls my face towards him, forcing me into an open-mouthed kiss. The kiss is hard and long, and, as he presses himself against me, his erection is hard against my thigh.

Then he breaks away, turning me, propelling me across the room. Hands on my shoulders, he pushes me down. “On your knees, Charlotte, for your Master.”

Michael’s fingers still gripping my hair, my Master, with that invisible smile of his, which I had almost forgotten, crinkling at the corners of his dark eyes, strokes my upcurved breasts. Then he prises them free of the corset, to play with the nipples.

Already my pussy is warming. He pinches at my nipples, sending pangs skipping down inside me, to electrify my heating core.

“Suck me off, Charlotte. Then, I want to see you do the same for Michael. We’ll take it from there, shall we?”

His eyes glance upwards for a moment. I recognise that look when he and Michael are agreeing together how to fuck me.

I’ve not seen that look for too long, but now it has returned, and I smile.

“Yes, Master.”

He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard cock from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.

As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master’s cock-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my pussy, testing me.copy right hot novel pub